*Hi guys had one of the worst dreams in centuries... lol... that I was in heaven😮lmaoooooo... so I woke up and i decided why not get this done... so yes...it's a poem of the events of that dream🤗💓❤

Life hits differently,
When all is white seemingly,
Life hits differently,
When your dead honestly,

Tonight I agreed,
That up there was like a seed,
That grows amidst a weed,
Good or bad is only but a deed.

I met father Abraham,
All white Santa's charm,
I swear he did no harm,
Except, dig a farm.

Working we didn't see clouds gathering,
Until they were dark and heavy how frightening,
The first torrents begun hitting,
Heaven seemed like hell tormenting.

"The storms of heaven are rare."
Moses shouted flying up there,
A short of lightening so dare,
A clap of thunder screeching air.

"It must be the fury of God,"
Angel Gabriel muttered odd,
Unsure I ran for cover no word,
The puddles getting me bored,

The storm was hell heavy,
Hours of rain I was bored crazy,
Sitting it must be centuries hazy,
Clouds gathering air damn frenzy.

"Get into the ark fast,"
Noah shouted running past,
An ark so large stood aghast,
"Cool," I muttered last.

"And God?" a cherubim asked,
"Everyone for himself!" I was damned
The wind blew the ark burdened,
As we swayed rocking hardened.

We didn't see the first lick,
Then water gashed voices panic,
Sentenced to death faces mimick,
As water poured in life to pick,

Sure we died,
Heaven destroyed,
Sent to hell we eyed,
"Hello," the devil chirmed.

Tormented souls,
Flesh in bowls,
"Come," he called to me,owls!
"Nooooo!" I shouted gripping poles,

"Stephanie stop!Your chocking me!"
My sister wailed,"I thought he..
"Storms...."


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